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Edarial is nine, and he's avoiding his mother again.
Exploring the palace gets old after a while, but the library's even worse, and he suspects that if he spent any more time in his room, he'd scream. So, exploring the palace it is. Berathyme's with him, anyway, so the palace won't be so boring. She tends to make observations he didn't notice himself, and that's always interesting, if not always useful. Corridor, corridor, guest rooms, oh yes that is the closet with all of the uncomfortably looking coats, he'd forgotten about that one. Berathyme observes that they've been used relatively recently, some poor souls must have suffered - and then he opens a door and there's something he doesn't recognize.
He stares at the bar in confusion, consults briefly with Berathyme, and then wanders in.
What exactly is going on here?
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royal_obligation
she_sells_seashells
"I'm a consultant," giggles Shell Bell, tapping her sign. "Of sorts."
she_sells_seashells
"...Well, when we leave Milliways we won't actually be able to understand each other any more."
royal_obligation
"That - is true. Hm. I - don't know what the solution there should be. I'm willing to help teach you Marlatian, though?"
she_sells_seashells
"I'll learn it," agrees Shell Bell. "But we can't really start here since everything's translated, and I bet nobody ever wrote a Marlatian-English dictionary. It'll be full immersion. So I won't be able to consult right away."
royal_obligation
Edarial nods. "That's all right. It's - the consulting is a bonus, not why you're allowed to follow me to my world."
royal_obligation
"Oh. Hm. Uh - I don't know how to speed that up. I mean, obviously we talk here and plan things, but once we're out of Milliways..." He shrugs, weakly.
she_sells_seashells
"Yeah. Oh - I know. We can write up a list of phrases. If you take something you wrote or recorded yourself out of Milliways, it's in your language - so we make two copies, and you hold one and I hold one, and then they'll be in the two languages and we'll know they match up."
she_sells_seashells
"I'm not sure. 'Where's the bathroom'? 'What is the word for...?' 'Yes' and 'no' and 'maybe'?"
royal_obligation
"Probably explanatory things like 'hungry' or 'thirsty' too, those sound like they'd be smart. Uh, room names, kitchen, bedroom, so on?"
she_sells_seashells
"I'm not asking if you think it's pretty, although thank you. I wanted to make sure I didn't have to transliterate it. It's a word - both bits of my nickname, are, actually. Shell, bell."
royal_pain
Zevros asks the Bar very nicely for an alcoholic drink. He needs it. Ugh, no wonder his brother is failing so badly at getting married.
she_sells_seashells
Zevros's first drink is free. And delicious.
"If your names mean anything it's not translating for me either."
"If your names mean anything it's not translating for me either."
royal_pain
"Mine's got a vague connotation with autumn, but honestly no one really cares about it until they're trying to make awful puns. Also, thank you, Bar, this is delicious and exactly what I needed."
she_sells_seashells
"Bar's very good at her job." Pause. "We could have dinner. Since you have money now being no longer nine."
she_sells_seashells
"Bar, lunch for three, please?"
And here are three-person portions of steaming lentil carrot stew, and herbed flatbread, and fried chicken, and salads loaded with avocado and red onion and bacon bits and dressing, and a plate of snow-white coconut cookies with dried cranberries in them.
Shell Bell radiates absolute delight.
And here are three-person portions of steaming lentil carrot stew, and herbed flatbread, and fried chicken, and salads loaded with avocado and red onion and bacon bits and dressing, and a plate of snow-white coconut cookies with dried cranberries in them.
Shell Bell radiates absolute delight.